And then the new cat box got delivered. This is a big production because for years now we’ve used Litter Robot. It started with Pixie who was the best cat ever, except if the box wasn’t cleaned ten times a day he’d find an interesting place to go. We tried litter-maid but it didn’t last. Then we got litter robot. These last, except for the one before last which was a lemon and conked out at 5 years. Not that it completely broke, it just would go through weeks when it didn’t work.
I finally broke down and got a new one, which permitted me to eliminate that one AND the one that worked perfectly but was TINY which cats for some reason don’t like.
So I spent the morning cleaning the laundry room and getting things out of the way to put the new box in.
Now I have two boxes (one works fine but small, and one works unreliably but a tinkerer could probably fix it (I just don’t have the time, and if I ask basement son he’ll make it fly or something equally stupid. [What would martians do a litter robot]) I’m now divided between going outside and scrubbing them with bleach, so I can donate them, and doing that tomorrow. Meh. It’s cold out.
Anyway, that’s the dog that ate my homework. But hey, the box room smells nice. (Yes, of course I THOROUGHLY cleaned the box I’m keeping.)
Sigh. I have no sense of limits.